Pandarus

How now! where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's?

Servant to Troilus

No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.

Pandarus

O, here he comes. How now, how now!

Troilus

Sirrah, walk off.

Pandarus

Have you seen my cousin?

Troilus

No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,

Like to a strange soul upon the Stygian banks

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,

And give me swift transportance to these fields

Where I may wallow in the lily-beds

Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,

From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

And fly with me to Cressid!

Pandarus

Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight.

Troilus

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relish is so sweet

That it enchants my sense: what will it be,

When that the watery palates taste indeed

Love's thrice-repured nectar? death, I fear me,

Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,

Too subtle potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,

For the capacity of my ruder powers:

I fear it much; and I do fear besides,

That I shall lose distinction in my joys;

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps

The enemy flying. Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pandarus

She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite; I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow.

Troilus

Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom:

My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;

And all my powers do their bestowing lose,

Like vassalage at unawares encountering

The eye of majesty. Re-enter PANDARUS mith CRESSIDA.

Pandarus

Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby. Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the fills, Why do you not speak to her? come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! and 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now! a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river; go to, go to.

Troilus

You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Pandarus

Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you a' the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's “In witness whereof the parties interchangeably” — Come in, come in: I'll go get a fire.

Cressida

Will you walk in, my lord?

Troilus

O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus!

Cressida

Wished, my lord! The gods grant, — O my lord!

Troilus

What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cressida

More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Troilus

Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly.

Cressida

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.

Troilus

O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.

Cressida

Nor nothing monstrous neither?

Troilus

Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

Cressida

They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able and yet reserve an ability that they never perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not monsters?

Troilus

Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth and what truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.

Cressida

Will you walk in, my lord?

Pandarus

What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?

Cressida

Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pandarus

I thank you for that: if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me. Be true to my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it.

Troilus

You know now your hostages; your uncle's word and my firm faith.

Pandarus

Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred, though they be long ere they be wooed, they are constant being won; they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown.

Cressida

Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.

Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day

For many weary months.

Troilus

Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?

Cressida

Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,

With the first glance that ever — pardon me —

If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.

I love you now; but till now, not so much

But I might master it: in faith, I lie;

My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown

Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!

Why have I blabbed? who shall be true to us,

When we are so unsecret to ourselves?

But, though I loved you well, I wooed you not:

And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man,

Or that we women had men's privilege

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,

For in this rapture I shall surely speak

The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,

Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws

My very soul of counsel! stop my mouth.

Troilus

And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.

Pandarus

Pretty, i' faith.

Cressida

My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;

'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:

I am ashamed. O heavens! what have I done?

For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

Troilus

Your leave, sweet Cressid!

Pandarus

Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, —

Cressida

Pray you, content you.

Troilus

What offends you, lady?

Cressida

Sir, mine own company.

Troilus

You cannot shun yourself.

Cressida

Let me go and try:

I have a kind of self resides with you;

But an unkind self, that itself will leave,

To be another's fool. I would be gone:

Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.

Troilus

Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.

Cressida

Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;

And fell so roundly to a large confession,

To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,

Or else you love not, for to be wise and love

Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

Troilus

O, that I thought it could be in a woman —

As, if it can, I will presume in you —

To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;

To keep her constancy in plight and youth,

Outliving beauties outward, with a mind

That doth renew swifter than blood decays!

Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,

That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted with the match and weight

Of such a winnowed purity in love;

How were I then uplifted! but, alas!

I am as true as truth's simplicity

And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Cressida

In that I'll war with you.

Troilus

O virtuous fight,

When right with right wars who shall be most right!

True swains in love shall in the world to come

Approve their truth by Troilus: when their rhymes,

Full of protest, of oath and big compare,

Wants similes, truth tired with iteration,

As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,

As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,

As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,

Yet, after all comparisons of truth,

As truth's authentic author to be cited,

“As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse,

And sanctify the numbers.

Cressida

Prophet may you be!

If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,

When time is old and hath forgot itself,

When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,

And mighty states characterless are grated

To dusty nothing, yet let memory,

From false to false, among false maids in love,

Upbraid my falsehood when th' have said “as false

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,

As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer's calf,

Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”

“Yea,” let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,

“As false as Cressid.”

Pandarus

Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand, here my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pain to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.

Troilus

Amen.

Cressida

Amen.

Pandarus

Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away!